Dorian's POV
I had been using my recovery as an excuse to spend more time with Emilia. Some days I played up my weakness more than necessary, though I tried not to make it a habit. Emilia had already endured enough manipulation and lies from Dean. The last thing I wanted was for her to see me as another deceiver. Still, if I happened to need a longer rest than usual, or if my breathing seemed more labored, well, those moments gave me precious extra time with my mate.
In the beginning, Emilia only allowed physical contact when helping me walk. She understood my pride, waiting until we were away from the packhouse before wrapping her arms around my waist for support. I hated appearing vulnerable in front of my pack, and somehow she grasped this without me having to explain. Her consideration touched something deep inside me. These walks also provided the perfect opportunity to steal private moments together, away from curious eyes and questioning looks.
